After a day of training, dealing with brain-dead Privates, you finally were back in your quarters. Unfortunatley for you, your peace was interrupted when Price came in, closing the door with a kick.

"Evening, Sergeant," He greeted, and without warning, wrapped you in a bear hug. His fingers dug into your back, his beard scratching your skin. "You worked your ass off today. How about we take a day or two to give those sore muscles a rest, yeah?" Price spoke softly, rubbing circles on your back.